Shocked and Unloaded

“No guns” was the firm, and final ruling
“No guns” brought angry cries, “this is wrong he must be fooling”
“No guns” the verdict’s in, and so went, the divine schooling
The Lord said we can’t have, no guns

In China, where the sky, is hanging low and very hazy
On the Nile, where the summer’s, water flow is nice and lazy
Around Chicago, where it seems, that they’ve all gone starkly crazy
The Lord says we can’t have, no guns

Down in Rio, the word is issued, and it starts a violent riot
In Leningrad, old army hands, shake and stand strangely quiet
An Italian fisherman, says “What the hell, why should, we not try it?”
The Lord says we can’t have, no guns

In Appalachia, on Russian steppes, comes universal outraged critique
Up in Norway, and on the sweltering, coast of picturesque Mozambique
And on the narrow streets of Belize, passions boil and people speak
The Lord says we can’t have, no guns

In deepest Congo, turquoise Greece, barren bloody forlorn Sudan
A warlord shouts, a plea to Allah, in always troubled Pakistan
Six London pubs, swear this is war, all to a single standing man
The Lord says we can’t have, no guns

At Smith and Wesson, the machinery, has up and gone awry
The makers of, Holland and Holland, throw up their hands and merely sigh
And in the Ruhr, at Zeigenhan, they now speak of treacherous lies
The Lord says we can’t have, no guns

In Wisconsin, a brutish man, sharpens a bowie knife
And in Chile, an outraged cop, strangles his panicked wife
While in Perth, a lifetime hunter, shouts that his “guns are life!”
The Lord says we can’t have, no guns

Around the world, the crazed reaction, is sounding much the same
Accusations, and finger pointing, searching for someone to blame
Itchy fingers, squeeze air triggers, in a futile senseless game
The Lord says we can’t have, no guns

But nowhere, is the uproar, quite like in the states
Does not the Lord, know the Gun, is what made the country great
If not for bullets, and cannon fire, who knows the white man’s fate
The Lord says we can’t have, no guns

‘Round the world, the mechanisms, for making guns, are torn and shattered
Factories of death, their doors are locked, their windows barred and curtains tattered
And grief pours forth, as if guns, were the only things that mattered
The Lord says we can’t have, no guns

Then on a dark, and foreboding cloudy day
One million cold, and empty hands, convene the NRA
Just who the hell, is this God, who took our guns away?
The Lord says we can’t have, no guns

Now makers of knife, and sword work, daily round the clock
“If the Lord, thinks killing’s done, we’ll just replace our treasured Glock
For in America, we got our freedoms, and this ban’s a holy crock
The Lord says we can’t have, no guns

Now the Lord, watches mayhem, and sadly shakes his head
It’s seems for some, their only pleasure, is making something dead
And after all, the endless centuries, on varied soil’s where life has bled
The Lord says we can’t have, no guns

So mankind does, profess of, an inherent need to fill
No lack of guns, will impede, the blood that we must spill
And we’ll defend, to the last man, our basic right to kill
If the Lord says we can’t have, no guns

Perhaps the Lord, will turn his back on the human race
Or continue, in his search, to look upon those with grace
But he’ll remember, forever after, the horror upon the face
The day the Lord said we can’t have, no guns